The HWS got into the Caddy and went alllll the way to Massachusetts - through three states (well, four for me) to visit Louisa May Alcott's home in Concord. Where we took the tour and sat in the May sun on her very own front stoop and read aloud the saddest moment of Little Women. And then we went to see where she, the Alcotts, Emerson, Hawthorne, and Thoreau are buried. And disregarding the other international visitors to the site, we plunked ourselves down and read aloud again.The rest of the lovely, lovely day was spent driving around (making good use of my new GPS!). Poems were recited, ice cream was scouted, we basked again in the delightful sunshine, we settled into our ultra-cool hotel and went out to a delicious dinner in neighboring Burlington. (There was a massive water main break - clearly caused by you-know-who...HW, I'm looking at you - that shuttered all restaurants in the area).
The night ended with even more (and progressively drunken) reading aloud in our hopefully sound proof hotel room and laughing, and laughing, and laughing all night long.
We sadly came back today - I wish we could have traipsed around MA for a week or so!
It was a lovely way to spend the weekend and to end my birthday festivities (only the HWS would give such Janet McAwesome gifts! heheee).
The poem that I memorized (I thought it was locationally appropriate)!
The Concord Hymn
By Ralph Waldo Emerson
By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled;
Here once the embattled farmers stood;
And fired the shot heard round the world.
The foe long since in silence slept;
Alike the conqueror silent sleeps,
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
Down the dark stream that seaward creeps.
On this green bank, by this soft stream,
We place with joy a votive stone,
That memory may their deeds redeem,
When, like our sires, our sons are gone.
O Thou who made those heroes dare
To die, and leave their children free, --
Bid Time and Nature gently spare
The shaft we raised to them and Thee.
We sadly came back today - I wish we could have traipsed around MA for a week or so!
It was a lovely way to spend the weekend and to end my birthday festivities (only the HWS would give such Janet McAwesome gifts! heheee).
The poem that I memorized (I thought it was locationally appropriate)!
The Concord Hymn
By Ralph Waldo Emerson
By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled;
Here once the embattled farmers stood;
And fired the shot heard round the world.
The foe long since in silence slept;
Alike the conqueror silent sleeps,
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
Down the dark stream that seaward creeps.
On this green bank, by this soft stream,
We place with joy a votive stone,
That memory may their deeds redeem,
When, like our sires, our sons are gone.
O Thou who made those heroes dare
To die, and leave their children free, --
Bid Time and Nature gently spare
The shaft we raised to them and Thee.
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